Monday, October 13, 2008

those sexy south indians

i was catching up on my late night gemini tv tonight and this is what i saw:

a great, hefty woman in a kanjivaram and a pip squeak in a veshti doing a thub-thumping, soul shattering, flesh quivering rumba across the bedroom floor. in a sudden, uncontainable fit of passion, the amazon picks up her piddly paramour and flings him upon the bed. where he leans back in supplication and hoists his lungi to the beat. and i swear to you this is true, three doves fly out of his crotch.

thirty, female, single, living in mumbai. i drink copious cups of filter coffee, collect the mandatory festival packs of chocolate, negotiate with the cats for a corner of the couch by the window and squash in between a pile of books, my lap top and a bowl of pop corn. then i have a long think about life. i get paid to do this. my remaining time i spend acquiring the life experience necessary to mastermind my mid life crisis. this i do not get paid to do, and can therefore do absolute justice to.